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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.