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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.