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 Benin 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.