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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.