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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.