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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.