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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.