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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.