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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Fear,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.