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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Visage,
10cc,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.