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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.