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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.