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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.