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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Magma,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.