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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.