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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.