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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.