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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.