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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.