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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.