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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Organ,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.