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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.