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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.