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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.