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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.