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 United States and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Names,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.