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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.