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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.