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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Crime to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.