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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
EPMD,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.