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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Can,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.