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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.