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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.