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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.