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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.