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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Q65,
Index,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.