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 Panama and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.