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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.