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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.