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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.