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 Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.