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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.