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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Slave,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.