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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 New Order to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Nico,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.