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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.