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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.