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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mars to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.