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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.