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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.