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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Index,
New Order,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.