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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
PIL,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.