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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.