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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.