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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Japan,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.