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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.