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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.