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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.