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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.