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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.