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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
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.