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 Philippines and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.