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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.