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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.