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 France and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.