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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.