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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.