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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.