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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.