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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.