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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.