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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.