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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.