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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.