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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The Slits,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.