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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.