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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.