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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.