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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.