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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.