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 France 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.