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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.