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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
JFA,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.