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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Cluster,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.