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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.