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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.