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 Belgium and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Move,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.