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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.