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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Index,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.