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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.