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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.