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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
AZ,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.