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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.