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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Names,
Can,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.