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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
DNA,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.