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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.