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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
UT,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.