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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.