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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.