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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
MC5,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.