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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.