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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.