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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.