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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
a-ha,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.