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 Belize 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.