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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.