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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.