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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.