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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.