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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Organ,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.