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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.