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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.