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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.