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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.