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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.