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 Nicaragua 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.