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 Australia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.