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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.