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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Can,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.