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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.