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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Smog,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.