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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Q65,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.