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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.