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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.