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 Mauritania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.