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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.