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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.