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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.