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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Names,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.