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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.