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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.