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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.