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 Moldova and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.