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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.