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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.