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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.