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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.