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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.