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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.