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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Index,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.