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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.