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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.