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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.