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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.