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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.