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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.