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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.