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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.