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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.