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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.