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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.