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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.