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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.