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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Darondo,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.