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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.