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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.