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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.