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 Niger and from London.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.