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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.