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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Monks 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Technova,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.