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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Milan.
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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.