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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.