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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.