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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.