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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.