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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.