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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.