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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.