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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.