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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.