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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.