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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Wings,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.