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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Wire,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.