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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.