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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Gong,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.