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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.