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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.