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 France 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.