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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.