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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.