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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Index,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Wings,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.