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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Index,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.