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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.