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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.