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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.