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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.