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 United Kingdom 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
June Days,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.