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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.