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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.