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 Thailand 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.