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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.