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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
UT,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.