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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.