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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.