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 Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.