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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.