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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.