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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 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 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.