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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 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?
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.