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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.