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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.