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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.