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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.