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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 808 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.