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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.