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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.