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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.