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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.