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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Q65,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.