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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.