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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.