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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.