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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.