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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.