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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.