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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Wire,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.