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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Q65,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.