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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.