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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.