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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.