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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.