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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Franke to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.