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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Index,
Monks,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.