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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.