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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.