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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Scion,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.