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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.