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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.