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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.