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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.