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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.