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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.