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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.