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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.