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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.