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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.