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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.