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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
10cc,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.