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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.