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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.