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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.