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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.