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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.