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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.