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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Move,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.