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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.