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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.