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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.