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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Franke,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.