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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.