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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.