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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.