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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.