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 China and from Bologna.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.