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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Skriet,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Brick,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.