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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
CMW,
X-101,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.