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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.