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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.