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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.