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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.