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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.