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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.