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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.