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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.