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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.