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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.