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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.