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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.