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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.