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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.