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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.