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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Gong,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.