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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.