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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.