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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Can,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.