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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.