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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.