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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.