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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.