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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.