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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.