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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.