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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Index to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.