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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.