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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.