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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.