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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.