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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.