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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.