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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.