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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.