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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.