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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.