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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.