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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
UT,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.