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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.