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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Franke,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.