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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.