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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.