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 India and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.