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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.