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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.