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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Television,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.