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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.