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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.