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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.