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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Organ 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.