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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.