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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.