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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
AZ,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.