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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.