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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.