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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Can,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.