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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Crime,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.