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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.