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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.