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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Index,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.