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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.