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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.