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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.