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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.