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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.