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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.