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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Scion,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Index,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.