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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.