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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.