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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.