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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.