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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.