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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.