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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.