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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.