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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.