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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.