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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.