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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Nico,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.