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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Monks,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.