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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Litter,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.