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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
MC5,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
MDC,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
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.