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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.