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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Index,
Swans,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.