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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.