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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.