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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
The Names,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Slave,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.