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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.