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 Mali 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.