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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.