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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.