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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.