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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
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.