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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.