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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.