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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.