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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.