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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.