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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.