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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.