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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.