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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.