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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Wings,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.