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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
June Days,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.