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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.