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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.