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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.