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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
X-102,
Rakim,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.