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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.