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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Cameo,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.