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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.