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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.