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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.