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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.