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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.