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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.