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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.