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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.