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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.