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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.