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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.