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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.