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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.