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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.