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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.