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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.