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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.