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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.