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 Estonia 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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.