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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.