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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Can,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.