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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Can,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.