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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.