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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.