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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Liliput,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.