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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.