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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.