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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Japan,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.