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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.