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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.