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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.