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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Visage,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.