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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.