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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.