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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Fear,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.