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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.