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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.