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 Finland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gladiators to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
X-102,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.