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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.