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 Belize 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.