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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.