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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.