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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Slave,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.