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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.