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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.