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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.