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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.