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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.