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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.