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 Greece and from Lille.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.