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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Swans,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.