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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Section 25,
ABC,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.