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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.