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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.