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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.