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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.