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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.