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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.