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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Nico,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.