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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
MC5,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.