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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.