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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.