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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.