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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.