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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.