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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.