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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.