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 Montenegro 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Index,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.