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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.