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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.