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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.