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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.