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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.