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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.