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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.