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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
cv313,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.