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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
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.