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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.