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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.