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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.