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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.