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 Palau 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.