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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.