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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.