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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.