Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.