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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.