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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.