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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.