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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.