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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.