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 London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.