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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.