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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.