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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.