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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.