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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.