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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.