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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
ABC,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.