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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.