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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.