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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.