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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.