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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.