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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.