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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.