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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.