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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.