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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.