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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.