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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.