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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.