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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Nas,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.