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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.