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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.