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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.