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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.