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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.