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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
UT,
the Slits,
Monks,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.