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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.