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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Index,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
X-102,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.