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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.