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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Moebius,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.