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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Nas,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.