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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Can,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.