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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.