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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.