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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.