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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
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.