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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Urselle,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.