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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.