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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
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.