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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.