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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
X-101,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.