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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.