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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.