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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.