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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.