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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Television,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.