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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.