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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.