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 India and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.