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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.