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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Niagra 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.