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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.