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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.